Books for the fire
Phones for the wire
You gave them everything that they wanted
Like you were working for them
Impaled on the fence
No stance to understand
You keep a safe distance

Mama ain’t work every shift to be questioned by her own kid
With my sisters and me in the LTD my family barely fit
She was not to be fucked with
By them crakkas that she served with
What would you do if somebody under you pullеd social rank?
Would you play that shit?

Convenience convincеs
God imitates creation
This is literal: Rot or riot